Page 79 of Twisted Play
Tristan stepped back until we stood shoulder to shoulder, watching her. “This is fucked up,” he murmured but didn’t take his eyes off her, his breath turning choppy as she revealed her gorgeous, freckled skin. Had he seen it yet? Had he realized that she might hate this, that I might be an immoral bastard for forcing it on her, but that she was as turned on now as she was by his sweet kisses?
“Everything, sparrow,” I rasped, unable to rid my voice of the desperate need sluicing through my veins. I wantedthis siren—on her knees, weeping with sorrow, her lips wrapped around my cock—no, with my palm print on her ass as I fucked her into oblivion.
With Tristan watching.
And then participating.
She reached around to unhook her bra, letting it drop to the floor and revealing her perfect, pillowy tits and deliciously fat nipples, hardened to peaks. Unable to stop myself, I reached up to cup one, weighing it in my hand, humming at the delightful weight in my palm. God, I’d forgotten how goddamned gorgeous she was. Why hadn’t I forced her to get naked over the past few weeks?
Eva looked away from me, as if embarrassed, and her entire chest flushed, all the way up to the apples of her cheeks.
“Look at you,” I said, my voice embarrassingly hoarse. “So pretty and naked and ready for us to punish you like the greedy little slut you are. Greedy for Tristan, greedy for me.”
Eva stepped back, her teardrop shaped breast sliding out of my hand. She gasped when her nipple brushed against my fingers, and I resisted the temptation to follow her and tweak it.
“Make up your mind, asshole. Either you’re pissed because I’m leading him on, or you’re pissed because I’m a liar,” she gritted out between clenched teeth.
“I can be pissed about both, sparrow—furious you’re playing with Tristan’s heart, and angry you refused a direct order when you promised to do anything I asked.” I ignored the unfairness of my demand, that I was punishing her for actions I’d forced her into. That I was doing this because I wanted to share her with my best friend, because Iwantedmy best friend and I couldn’t have him.
“He doesn’t take no for an answer, and…” Her eyes skittered to Tristan’s before looking back at me, watery with the tears she held back, “it’s so fucking nice to be treated as if I matter for once.”
I didn’t like the pinch in my chest when she said she didn’t matter, and I definitely didn’t like the urge to reassure her that she meant something to me, to Tristan. She was better than this, better than a spy—better thanus.
“Kitten—”
“Too bad, slut,” I cut Tristan off, sure he was about to give her the reassurance she sought. “You’re only here to relieve stress. Now bend over Coach’s desk and show me your ass.”
Eva’s eyes widened—her eyes were so fucking expressive, and I wanted to see fear in them, panic as she realized she couldn’t do a fucking thing to stop me from taking what I wanted.
Eva turned, her entire body hunching over, as if with shame. “Please, don’t,” she whispered, but I ignored her, utterly distracted by the glorious sight of her ass, ready for me to seize it with both hands and rock it over me, soft and sweet and jiggling with every move?—
“Cole,” Tristan said quietly. “This is too much. She doesn’t want this.”
“Is that true, Eva?”
She hunched further away from me. Why was she hiding? That had to stop.
“Look at you, glorious and needy, your skin begging for my marks, your thighs pressing together like you’re hiding your arousal.”
I ran a hand over her back, pressing down until she bent and placed her hands on the bench. Then I stepped to the side to admire her.
“Tristan thinks you don’t want this,” I murmured. “And ifI asked you, you’d agree with him. But I know that’s a lie, isn’t it, my filthy little fucktoy? If I took his hand and slid it between your thighs, he’d see you’re soaking wet, absolutely drenched as I degrade you, wouldn’t he?”
Eva drew in a sharp breath but didn’t answer.
“God, those tits,” I murmured, watching them sway with every shiver. Her stomach hung down, soft and round, just like her hips, and fuck, there wasn’t anything I wanted more than to sink my teeth into that gorgeous ass.
So I did. I sank to my knees, yanked her panties down, and bit into her glorious flesh. When Eva cried out and jerked away, I dug my fingers into her hips and held her still while I bruised her skin.
I looked at my handiwork. The red marks would turn purple and blue soon—I should make her tattoo my bite mark onto her ass, so she’d never forget who owned her.
No. This was temporary. I was blackmailing her so I could rid myself of this troublesome obsession, nothing more. I was going to make her pay for being such a fuck up, make her pay for what she was doing to the team and to Tristan, and relieve my stress for the season.
With my best friend by my side.
That was it, no matter how tempting she was.
“Cole,” Eva said, her voice ragged. “What are you—What did—Please don’t,” she finally finished.
